Who am I?
Well, I'm as complex as the next fellow, so I've broken down parts of my life into the following pieces. Hope it explains some things.
From the Beginning
My story starts out in New York City at Mount Sinai Hospital. And for the longest of times that's where I basically grew up. Went to the a little private school called St. Bernard's (on 98th st. between 5th and Madison Avenues). It wasn't bad as I tell people it was. I just felt out of place all the time because I was dumb and scrawny and relatively poor and swimming in a sea of WASPs. I think everybody there either went to Yale or had a "III" in their name.
After 8 years I'd finally graduated and moved quickly on to a place where I really did feel more at home, Stuyvesant High School. A public school for which you had to take an entrance exam, and more reknowned for it's plethora of Westinghouse finalists and semi-finalists (more then the entire west coast most years). Some say it's the best high school in New York city, much less the best high school in the country, public or private (those that disagree tend to come from the other powerhouse NYC school, Bronx Science). I felt a lot more comfortable there then I had anywhere else before or since; and I got to know a great bunch of people, who went on to have successful college careers, much too wonderful lives and futures, and are all united in their inability to write or otherwise use the postal service.
Which I suppose brings me to my friends.
I'd have to say that the friends I made were what made that whole experience called life so much more enjoyable. There's the old bunch from Stuy. There are those from the University of Michigan.
Sooner or later we all get put into categories of one sort or another and the most common so far is race and gender.Korean-American and male am I. Korea is a small penninsula that juts out from Manchuria straight at Japan. Both parents, having lived through the Korean War (merely to obtain stories to guilt me and my generation with for the rest of our lives, I'm convinced), immigrated and met in New York, got married, had me, and then I forget what happens. Well, I remember some things but this is my homepage. Don't get me wrong, family is very important, but they can go and get their own homepage. \
The third most common category, which most people don't bother asking, is religion. I'm proud to say I'm a regular church going Catholic.
It all comes back to that question doesn't it? I've tried to define myself via my interests, my friends, and my categories; but it's still pretty incomplete. The short end of the story is that I'm a somewhat conservative, goofy, nice, mean, tall, lanky guy/kid, who likes gingerale and his friends (besides cars and computers and Star Trek), and dares to be who he is. Usually he forgets the names and faces of the people he'd like to be friends with (he's not the highest watt bulb in the store), holds opinions and does things which are stuid/dumb/embarassing, and he's got a Canada Dry problem. Which means you (the reader) are probably either:
I think the best way for you to find out more about me is to actually stop me in the street and say hello or something. And trust me, you'll have to stop me in the street. Took me a whole year to remember what my stepsister looks like and even now I sometimes run past her without realizing.
A few misc items I thought you might either like, or might explain a bit more about me:
Now that that's all done, why don't you go back to the mainpage
